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Dans un blog en noir et blanc. Seul le sang est en couleur.

I laid next to you on our bed, half covered by the white sheets, and I stroked your cheek lightly, you opened your eyes and I gaze inside for that full blown second to look for the mechanism that made you tick. All I could see was blue smoke The lights went out. While I was still full of wanderlust, I was no longer restful. There would be anywhere and anywhere would be there, as long as my heart was with me. My world is a topsy-turvy image of what it used t.